part 6

                                    

                                          
This was an evening that would haunt in Yoongi's mind for a long time.
                          
After half an hour, Yoongi's father had come home. His voice was slurred and he smelled strange. Yoongi couldn't recognize the smell instantly. His mother, however, had instantly stuck up her nose and had given his father a distasteful look.
                          
"Have you been drinking?" His mother asked to Yoongi's father, her annoyance clearly noticeable by the tone of her voice.
                          
"One of our colleagues had a party since he is retiring. He brought booze and gave it to everyone. It would have been disrespectful if I turned his offer down." Yoongi's father explained. He undid his shoes, hang his coat and sat down on the couch.
                          
"But you said you were working overtime because you needed to finish some documents before the end of this week." His mother said. Annoyance and confusion overpowering her voice.
                          
"Woman will you shut up please. I'm sorry that I lied to you but I just wanted to go to his party. He is a great guy once you get to know him. He's always cracking jokes when he sees were bored or fetches us coffee if you ask for it." his father replied while switching on the television and switched the news channel to a sports channel.
                          
"But why would you lie about something like that?" His mother asked.
                          
"I did that because I knew you'd be a pain in the ass as usual. Well, it didn't even matter because you became a pain in the ass anyway!" His father shouted annoyed.
                          
Yoongi was unsure of what to do. He knew they totally forgot about him but their shouting made him afraid, scared even. He didn't dare to speak up or move. His body became a block of ice, frozen to the ground.
                          
"And why am I a pain in the ass exactly?!" His mother shouted back.
                          
"You always ask where I have been like some sort of crazy bitch. Like, woman, just shut your mouth and trust me for once. I don't need someone to keep tabs on me 24/7. I DON'T A PSYCO BITCH TO STALK ME!" His father shouted as he stood up walking towards his mother."
                          
Yoongi's legs were trembling of fair. He was scared. He had never seen his father like this. When did he change? He used to be so kind.
                          
"I HOPE YOU AREN'T CALLING ME A PSYCO BITCH YOU FUCKING DISGRACE!" His mother yelled back to his father.
                          
Yoongi's heart cracked and sunk somewhere deep into somewhere within his body. His mother, who he had thought to be this loving, caring person had shown his true colors along with his father. Yoongi just wanted them to stop fighting. 
                          
"M-mom, D-dad can you-" Yoongi said. He was stuttering out of fear but before he could even finish his sentence his parents looked at him and opened their mouths
                          
"SHUT UP YOONGI" The two parents yelled. Both of them were physically annoyed.
                          
Yoongi stood still on the spot he was standing on. Tears rolling down his cheek. Why were his parents yelling at him.  He didn't do anything wrong, right? 
                          
"Go to your room Yoongi." His father said emotionless.
                          
"B-but-" Yoongi began confused but was once again cut off.
                          
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" His father yelled angrily.
                          
Yoongi, who was still confused, began to stammer again,"B-b-but-"
                          
"NOW YOONGI" His mother yelled angrily. 
                          
Yoongi didn't dare to speak up and ran to his room while he cried. Did his parents not love him anymore? Did they hate them? But why, why were they so mean to him. 
                          
Yoongi sat on his bed, traumatized by the event that required just 5 minutes ago. He was dehydrated of the many tears that left his eyes. Yet, he didn't want to get up and get something to drink, afraid that his parents would yell at him again.
                          
He was tired but didn't want to sleep. He couldn't, he just couldn't. The tears in his eyes didn't allow him. The event repeating over, and over, and over again. Each time fuelling his endless supply of tears.
                          
Yoongi longed for affection. He wanted someone to calm him down, to say everything would turn out alright. Sadly, no one did. His mother and father were still arguing in the living room, not caring to be quiet.
                          
Yoongi wanted someone to barge into his room, hug him and saying nice things to him. 
                          
But no one did. 
                          
It took Yoongi to hours to calm himself down. His eyes puffy and red from the many tears that had rolled down his cheek. His was sore and he had a headache as big as the sun. He lied down on his bed, trying to sleep a headache away. But that was not the only thing he wanted to do. If he managed to fall asleep, he would see Hoseok. Hoseok loved him, Yoongi knew he did and right now, Yoongi just wanted to cuddle Hoseok and hear his calm, loving voice. 
                          
The thought of that made him smile.
                          
He closed his eyes, waiting for the dreamland to consume his body and let him live in the same world as Hoseok.
                          
And he opened his eyes. A forest oh so familiar surrounded him. He stood up and ran, ran hard. 
                          
"Hobi, Hobi were are you?" Yoongi said. 
                          
"I'm right here Yoongi! What's up?" Hoseok said.
                          
Yoongi just jumped at him and hugged. He began to cry. His tears, however, were not caused by sadness, but by happiness.
                          
He was at peace. He was beside his happiness.